With the NUTmobile fresh off an inspection, the only goal was for us to make it to North Carolina safely.

We had to reroute ourselves to the nearest Penske… which was… oh crap - the Penske in Madison, WI.

Rumor has it the ostrich gave Mr. Peanut a kiss on the cheek, but Mr. P is a classy guy and I heard he doesn't kiss and tell.